Belinda McKenzie posted her latest update on Sabine McNeill yesterday, to a mixed reception. While a few commenters wanted to know how they might contact Sabine whilst she is on remand pending her trial next November, Tracey Morris seemed determined to undermine Belinda’s authority as Sabine’s Spokesthingy-in-Chief:
It’s a strange mishmash of “she’s fine, holding up well, a real trouper” versus “she keeps breaking down in tears, she’s in a Nazi concentration camp (!!) with sadistic guards who torture her”.
Tracey, however, was having none of it: she flat-out accused Belinda of fudging the dates in her report, and offered as proof a letter which she’d received from Sabine:
Dear Tracey (and Linda)
I can’t tell you enough how impressed and touched I was to see you and hear about your activities as well as your intention to come again.
Just now, after another of my at least daily upsets and mini-traumas, I have been able to leave a message on Belinda’s phone! None of the other numbers are working yet, but since I was given some paper I feel I owe it to you to write. After all, I have your address and DOB, but I also need your phone numbers!
My solicitor is going to make an application but I feel as if I need to ‘settle in’. Hence I was looking forward to a Bible group of ‘Women of Destiny’. But first we were not ‘unlocked’, and then the group was cancelled. No apology, no explanation. My main consolation is that soooo many people are suffering more than I do.
A nurse just came refusing a second mattress. I need to add it to my list of complaints. After court litigation and police defence, now this battlefield of ‘lifestyle’, besides the housing benefit and pension credit battles.
The irony is that I fled to Berlin to escape imprisonment by a SECRET family court. Now writing from HMP Bronzefield thanks to the deception that wigs and robes are creating masterfully…
At first, the traumatisation of the sequence of assaults was such that I was completely discombobulated for days—full [illegible] headache that didn’t respond to paracetamol or sleep either of course. I had hoped/expe[cted]…
The rest of the letter is cropped out of the photo, so sadly we will never know what Sabine “hoped/expected”, but you get the idea.
And we must say we’re inclined to agree with Tracey that at very least, Belinda has got the dates wrong in her update. We’re not sure what difference this makes in the grand scheme of things, but Tracey seems to think it’s significant. And she does seem determined to take Belinda’s place as Sabine’s voice in the world outside the prison, by hook or by crook.
Another county heard from
An interesting side note—an American woman named Francine Stover added her voice to the discussion, but took a rather unusual stance:
As it happens, Francine Stover is the mother of Melissa Laird, a previous “client” of Sabine’s who was eventually deported back to the USA, while her young son was put up for adoption. The child was undernourished; had unexplained bruising; showed signs of serious emotional problems including lack of affection and neglect; had a severe speech disorder (though his mother insisted he could speak four languages fluently); and had been bitten by his mother’s dogs, despite a court order which prohibited her from owning animals.
Sabine acted as Ms Laird’s McKenzie friend, mishandled the case spectacularly, and was nearly assessed full costs for a poorly thought-out request for judicial review; as it is, the costs have now been passed along to Ms Laird, who as far as anyone knows is in the States.
Clearly, Ms Stover believes that had Sabine not intervened in her own special way, Ms Laird’s case could have ended quite differently; she blames Sabine for the loss of her grandson. We don’t know whether this is an accurate assessment or not, but we do know that Ms Stover is not alone in her belief that Sabine ought to be prevented from sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.